The Files of Project "Walker" @odette-walker - Tumblr Blog

Cacophony. That was such a weird word.

It explained why she was being dragged through a screaming hallway stained with old blood stains. Splotches of rust and black on the walls and doors. By the look of the old rusted door - she assumed the majority of the door was rust, she came to the conclusion she was either in an asylum or a prison. She really hoped it was the asylum.

Prisons treated you like trash and gave you food. Asylums tried to figure out your mental disabilities, of which she had plenty, and gave you food. She stopped comparing the two establishments when she tried to look at her captor.

Her heart all but froze. What in the actual reaping hell was a faceless white thing- wait, no. Faceless?

She laughed suddenly, halting the Liche from pressing on.

"...Hello, Cabadath." Odette looked to the ground, ignoring the sudden crushing grip on her ankle. That stupid Order, whose name she couldn't remember fully, had this guy leading it? Well. That was a step up from being more or less in the dark about who this guy was.

"So, where am I being taken to now?" She continued to trace spirals on the floor until she felt the pull of her ankle and a searing pain across her right leg that shot up to her waist. She yelled, feeling the absence of her foot and holding onto her shin.

Right, don't talk to him. He's a Liche with no care for the well being of others. Odette let go of her shin, dropping her footless leg onto the ground and pushing herself up. "If you want me dead, you can just ask. Don't go all Princey on me."

Ah, one of her infamous switches in demeanor. It had become rarer as of the past few years to see her change from the stoic, unsocial hermit she had been into a non-chalant conversationalist with Death.

She stood on a new foot, vaguely wondering why Cabadath wasn't trying to immobilize her again before picking up her boot and taking out the old foot. "These were my third best pair of causal boots too." She sighed, why did her life have to be complicated?

#Flipping drabble #I flipping dk #Gawrsh > >#This is horrible EUGH

Complain complain complain.

"For one second, Balthazar, think about what comes out of your mouth before you say it." A beadhead ginger yelled from an open window on Odette's laptop.

"No offense, but I have to agree." She paused, staring at the camera. "...Scratch that, offense."

The dark brunette in the lower right hand window scoffed, waving his hand as if the truth about his opinions would drift away. "Sérieusement?"

"Don't go french on me." The ginger yelled again, his American dialect was very pronounced.

"Je veux aller la cinéma. Peut-etre jeudi?" Balthazar ignored his ranting. Clasping his hands in front of his face, he pleaded with Odette.

"Non. Je déteste le cinéma."

"Pour cette raison?"

"Je ne me souviens pas."

"Well that's just cruel." Balthazar threw his hands up before slamming them down off-screen. "Jeremy, talk some sense into Odette, will you? She doesn't want to go to the movies with me."

"Large amalgamations of human beings are not something I particularly like to be associated in or around.." Odette snapped, staring at a loading page. When was the last time she checked the news of the world?

"If she don' wanna go. She don' wanna go." Jeremy smoothed out his hair on the screen's reflection before looking behind him. "Did the package come yet?"

"Probably." Odette looked to the door before back to the loading screen and typing slowly across the keys. Something was off.

"Hey, don't space out on us." As she looked to Balthazar, she swore she saw a hooded figure behind him and jerked her hands back form the keyboard.

"..Hey what's with you?" Jeremy also had a hooded figure behind him.

"BEHIND YOU!" She yelled, making them turn in sync as a hooded figure appeared behind her. Before she had time to react, the figure behind her stabbed her in the head. She slumped over,groaning and taking the laptop with her weight and crashing onto the floor.

Blood flowed freely from the wound, pooling onto her gray carpet and starting to touch the laptop. Both connections from her friends had been cut.

#non-plot #(there actually is no plot but meh)#( she has a knack for gaining the attention of cults )

A sharp kick to the spine woke her out of the dark haze she had been put under and the violent throbbing in her head did nothing to lessen the pain. She sputtered, silenced again with a spiked heel to her tailbone.

"Damn wench. Why's this thing so important?" The emphasis on 'thing' would have invoked Odette's wrath if she hadn't been completely immobilized. "You haven't heard? She's the key-" The second voice, seemingly neutral in gender, was silenced by the heavily guarded entrance opening slowly. Odette didn't budge, preoccupied with her body failing to regenerate the lacerations across her arms and legs. "So, you witless fools finally caught her." "Y-Yes sir." ...That female voice. Why was she familiar? "Leave us." Nothing was audible afterwords but the subtle and nonrhythmic beat of footsteps fading into the hall. Since Odette faced the wall opposite the door, moments from falling back into the depths of her mind, there was nothing stopping the lone man in the room from sharply kicking her spine. "I assume you can at least hear me." His tone, for all intents and purposes, was flat and dull. Just like the cell. Silence was his answer. "I guess the nerve gas did more damage to you than we thought. No matter, I can wait all day." Her arm twitched, pain searing through it like someone was dragging a newly used poker against her flesh. She winced, which only brought more pain to her face. Just what did they do to her? "Suprised? Our nerve gas was engineered to slow your regenerative processes by 200%. It looks as if our calculations were correct." She could feel the growing smirk that played across his features. Her lower half was unresponsive, her torso felt like it was on fire, and her powers were at a standstill. After decades of running that accursed Ministry caught her. The famous "Project Walker". They could all rot in Inferno, if she had a choice or her vocal chords would respond. "Oh, don't think for a minute that this is that horrible Ministry you've been running from." Her sight, though hazy and fading, returned full force along with a slight gasp. Though the action alone had her lungs burning, the shock that some other organization - if not crueler than the Ministry - had captured her this easily surpassed her registry of pain. Her lips felt numb and lifeless, but she spoke nonetheless. "Who...are you?" A chuckle. It was low and deep, the kind that would have her swoon, if she wasn't tasked with staying awake. "I, my Butterfly, am nobody you need to concern yourself with. You are in the main building of the Order of Blessed Agonies. I do hope you enjoy your stay." "T...The...who?" This Order was unfamiliar to her. She was never one for cults or organizations that were secretly cults. Mostly because senseless human sacrifice wasn't on her bucket list. Also because they had a tendency to use her for said sacrifice. "My, you haven't heard of us?" The Order probably passed through her records once or twice, not that she had time to read historical files as of late. "Well, let me just give you a slight hint as to why you're here." He snatched a recently used poker, still hot, from a fireplace and squinted at the bits of crisped flesh on it. "Our glorious King, has taken an interest in you, so says the Prince." He made a move toward her, trailing the tip of the poker along the waves of her hair splayed across the floor.

The room almost instantly fills with the scent of burnt hair.

"I intend to Purify you, well, that's my goal." He puts an unneeded amount of emphasis on his apparent goal. "The Prince plans to utilize your power, making you into one of his own maybe? John is starting to become useless." The lights flickered noticeably at the mention of the DeFoe twin. "The...Old Prince you mean." The Prince and his transfer of power, that was a recognizable topic. Apparently that highly unlikable Liche worked for...whoever this 'King' was. That also shed light as to who that overly tall no-face creature worked for. "The 'Old' Prince? You must be suffering from the side effects." Her vocal cords were numbing, making her voice barely higher than a whisper. "No. Cabadath, The Tall Man, whichever you prefer to call him by, he will be The Old Prince." He clicked his tongue, sneering at her. "You're delirious. Seems I'll have to come back later." He more or less stomped out of the room, the door sliding closed with swift whoosh of temperate air. It seems she was stuck here, but for how long would depend on when her body would respond without feeling like she was being burnt alive. Another thought came to mind, what year was it?

#drabble #(( It's horrible I know ))

◎ What is "Project Walker"?

Odette looks up from her notepad. "I was given that title continuously throughout the 1950s. Men clad in suits, chasing me alleyway through alleyway would yell it to me and their teammates. I assume the...organization after me would have me classified as such." She distresses organization with obvious distaste.

dnnyphantom-blog

» modified rp meme:

ten faceclaims i want to use.

nine friendships.

eight characters i have played.

seven significant quotes.

six characters that aren’t mine.

five one true pairs.

four roleplays/groups.

three important moments/memories.

two character families.

one character i will never let go of.

odette-walker

This is now:

Christmas Carols: Tumblr Edition

#very ooc

◎ Who are you? :0

Odette stares at the floor, pausing a fraction of a second before continuing to fiddle with her sleeve's end. "My name," She sighs heavily, "is Odette. Odette Walker." She stops there for fear of the anon meaning something in greater detail than she would like to provide. And she hopes her thoughts don't jinx anything. But they probably will, seeing as she hasn't had very good luck as of late.

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Put ◎ in your ask. My muse will answer any question you ask them. Even if its secret.

(( Sorry for the inactivity. The outerwebs are a dangerous place. ))

#(( I'll be on more! I swear! ))#ooc

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[ roleplaying basics | html codes?! ]

Doesn’t include every possible HTML code out there. Just a few more basic things.

odette-walker

Nnnn-So very helpful.

M!A Master Post

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Sick as a Dog: Muse is ill for 24 hours (Anon specifies symptoms).

Can’t Sleep: Muse cannot sleep until another person says their full name, no matter how tired they are.

Help: Muse believes he/she is trapped in their current location for 5 hours.

Baby Bump: Muse is pregnant (Anon specifies how many months).

Baby Boom: Muse is pregnant with twins (Anon specifies how many months).

Flaming Youth: Muse is rebellious and easily angered for 8 hours.

Opposites: Muse switches from very angry/depressed to very happy/cheerful every other hour for 10 hours.

Darkness: Muse is blind for 24 hours.

Silence: Muse is deaf for 24 hours.

17 Again: Muse is in his/her 17 year old form.

Shaking Hands: Muse is suddenly freezing cold and can’t stop shivering for (Anon specifies time).

Spirit Animal: Muse is turned into an animal (Anon decides what) for 12 hours.

Hungry like the Wolf: Muse is starving, no matter how much he/she eats for 10 hours.

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Sexual M!A’s:

Flesh: Muse is horny and wants to have rough sex(ex.being thrown against a wall and bitten)(Anon chooses time)

Drunk: Muse will stumble, and talk, slurred, as if they are quite intoxicated, along with hit on anyone, badly.

Truth potion: Muse has to tell the truth about anything asked for an hour.

Tell Me What To Do: Muse is a slave to Anon’s choice

Flustered: When Muse sees, (anon chooses), Muse will stutter, blush, and act like a complete klutz around the so called individual, for 3 hours.

S&M: Muse wants to have S&M sex (Anon decides if Muse is S or M and with who)

Whipped Cream: Muse wants everything with whipped cream on it for 3 hours

Heat: Muse will be put into a hot room. Muse is tied to a chair and has to stay in that room for at least an hour. (Under the watch of Anon’s choice)

Take It Off: Muse takes off an article of clothing every time their name is said.(Anon decides how long)

Wish We Were Older: Muse is into child’s play for 4 hours

Vulnerable: Muse is left tied up in a public place, for anyone to take advantage of. (Muse cannot be untied until the 5 hours are up.)

Kitten/Pup Affection: Muse is a “kitten” or “puppy” to (Anon Deicdes), being submissive and has to crawl around on their knees, doing anything there Master(s) say. 24 hours

Name: Has an orgasm every time someone says there name.

Muse can receive as many M!A’s as the Anon’s want to give.

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Cute M!A’S:

Lean On Me: With the help of ___ (anon’s choice) your muse will get through something that scared them (the anon can specify or leave it up to the mun) for 3 hours.

Here’s To Never Growing Up: Isn’t that just adorable. Your muse will experience puppy dog love with ___ (anon’s choice) for 2 days.

Thunder: It’s raining outside and your muse is stuck inside with ___ (anon’s choice) and when the power goes out they cuddle to keep warm.

Sweet Nothings: Your muse is full of nothing but happiness and positive things to say for 24 hours.

Ariel: Oh no, your muse has lost it’s voice! But they have to tell ___ (anon’s choice) how they feel! If your muse gets a kiss from the chosen person within 2 days they get their voice back, if not well you’ve seen the movie.

Pure: Sex? What’s that? Muse suddenly has the mentality of a three year old, and can’t understand anything ‘adult’. Anon decides the duration.

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Dramatic M!A’S:

Burn: Muse is severely falling in love with (anon decides who and duration.)

Cough Syrup: (tw) Muse becomes extremely depressed and is not in a good mindset and begins to have thoughts of suicide. (Anon decides duration)

Memories: Muse has amnesia. (Anon decides duration)

Stay: Muse becomes extremely sick and may end up in the hospital for (anon decides illness and how long)

Jealousy: Muse will be jealous, of (anon chooses) for a certain amount of time. Anon chooses, for what reason Muse is jealous. Also for how long.

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Baby: Muse is pregnant and due in ____. (Father specified by anon)

Sight: Muse is blind for ___

Hearing: Muse is deaf for ___

Ariel: Muse doesn't have a tongue for ___

Memory: Muse cannot remember anything for ___

Injury: Muse will be injured somehow (anon decides severity and injury) for ____

Fear: Muse will be terrified by something or someone (anon specifies who) for ___

Gemini: Muse will split into two different versions of themself for ___

Basket: Muse finds a baby in a basket and has to take care of it for ___

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

Cloak: Muse will be Invisible if wearing a special Clothing (Anon decides) for 3 Hours

Cough: Muse will be ill for 14 Hours

Remember: Muse will suffer Memory Loss for 4 Days

Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.

Beer: Muse will talk like a Drunk and hit on everybody, lasts 3 Hours

Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Feels: Muse will be obsessed with an event or something that will cause them to express related emotions (Anon decides)

Phobia: Muse is terribly afraid of something or someone (Anon specifies)

Lurk: Muse will follow ______(Anon can specify who or what)

Answer: Muse will have to answer anything that is asked of him/her truthfully, lasts 4 hours

Noise: Muse will say everything they think, lasts for a day

Sick: Muse will be sick with a unique flu for (Anon decides. Anon may also specify flu symptoms, they can even be really odd, different from Cough curse.)

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Obsession: Muse will be obsessed with ______ (Anon specifies) for the next 12 hours.

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

Extremist: Muse becomes an extremist for (Anon specifies and decides for how long)

Class: Muse will believe they are a high-class prostitute for (Anon decides)

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Enemy: Muse takes the appearance of someone they hate for 16 hours

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 24 hours

Dream: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Impression: Muse thinks they are a ______ (Anon pick an animal) for 15 hours

Gone: Muse loses _____ (Mun decides something or someone important) for 16 hours

Kiss: Muse wants to kiss everyone in their inbox for the next hour

Stalk: Muse thinks they are being stalked for (Anon decides)

Nightmare: Muse is plagued with horrific images and scenes both in sleeping and in waking for 3 days

Paranoia: Muse becomes extremely paranoid about (Anon specifies what and for how long)

Infatuation: Muse becomes /madly/ in love with the next person they see on their dashboard for 4 days

Hallucination: Muse sees things for (Anon decides)

Alarm: Muse keeps hearing an alarm go off but cannot figure out where for the next 18 hours

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Craving: Muse will have an unusual craving for (Anon specifies) for 9 hours

Mother: Muse suspects everyone has insulted their mother for 4 hours